My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 424:

The man’s eyes shamelessly trailed over her body, lingering on her cleavage. He smirked, his expression turning predatory.

“A hundred thousand,” he said with a chuckle, his voice thick with suggestion. “And spend the night with me.”

The man’s already narrow eyes compressed into razor-thin slits as he laughed—a sound so repulsive it triggered an instinctive wave of revulsion. Even if Yara had fallen to desperate measures, she would never lower herself to associate with someone so grotesque.

“What gives you the right to even suggest it to me?” Yara spat venomously.

Earlier that day, she had tracked Kristopher and Carrie to the company, her curiosity burning with a desire to understand their movements. Instead of encountering her intended targets, she found herself face-to-face with this repugnant stranger in the underground parking garage.

of her darkest moment—her assault—over her head, forcing her to team up against Carrie.

who should have been drowning in disgrace, cast out by the Norris family

authorities on a silver platter. But

riche, the laughingstock of Orkset. Now that your parents have sold the company for peanuts, you’ll be lucky if you can scrape together a middle-class life. Look at you—no charm, no purity. You wouldn’t

but mark my words, there’ll come a day when two hundred bucks will seem like a windfall

curling with disdain. “And to think you

shut out the rest. Her lips twisted into a venomous sneer as she lashed out, “Carrie? A goddess? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’ve got a face only a mother could tolerate—and even she’d hesitate! You’re the spitting image of Voldemort. Even pigs wouldn’t give you a second

Carrie always the golden child? Why did even this hideous excuse for a

corner of it slashing across the man’s face. A thin line of blood